Perspex rimmed sunglasses
Large enough to eat off.
Indellibly red lips and nails as hard as shiny pebbles.
Pick, pick and swoosh flick.
Her left hand fidgets and her right, flicks, flicks.
Catching the light and swallowing it her throat burns.
She gurgles the warmth.
Rolling it around her tonsils, feeling its weight.
Tasting the sun.
She waits.